We shall remember the man who gave of himself to nature in a way that touched the lives of thousands of persons and countless generations of wildlife of many species.
Our beloved friend, Dave Bigelow, has left us. His sudden and untimely passing has saddened many whose lives were enriched because of Dave's dedication to educating people about nature's many mysteries.
Timber Trails will always be his home, though it will never be the same now. Dave's love for nature made this wonderful place what it is today -- a pristine woodland, rich in flora and fauna, free from the ravaging hunters and trespassers.
His spirit lives on in every blade, blossom and bough, and in each bird and animal that knew him as a friend.
Kitsie Creek flows on. The whispering winds blow gently through the owl roost, their eerie call still echoing through the quiet night.
The voice of the naturalist is silent now. The flags of Larkin Road fly at half-mast for a time. It will be a long and lonely winter as chilly winds whistle through an empty house at Timber Trails.
With spring's arrival, the buds will open anew. Bird song will again gladden the trail. Their song will say, from the beautiful words of Isaiah the prophet, "And the desert shall rejoice, and blossom as the rose. It shall blossom abundantly, and rejoice even with joy and singing."